Here’s how I feel this week:
We all get like this, and we act like it’s a virtue.
I was so busy yesterday I left a pan on over a full flame while I went upstairs to start the bath.
David was there and got to the pan before it charred the onions entirely but he couldn’t be two places at once so when I tore back down to the kitchen to see about the pan I left the bathtub running and..
Well not really but almost ….
Then he caught me this morning peeling out of the driveway, over a little too far to the right so the pine boughs came right INTO the passenger-side window and tried to comb my hair again for me .
I was 30 feet away by the time I saw that Old Dave had seen me. He just held out both arms, palms up, as if to say “Whaaat?”
I answered with the same gesture only in my case it meant “Search me! I don’t know what I’m doing!”
I wrote a book once called Vacationing in My Driveway about how all the best fun in life comes when you slow down enough to notice what’s actually going on around you.
I took the picture for the cover. This is it:
This is our driveway. This is my car, or the green version of it which was mine until I worn it down to a rusted nub and got the red versions that I have now.
I think it’s time to take some of my own advice here, or I won’t be pedaling happily away too much longer. Oy!